Abigail’s Second Life

"Miss Quinn, I'll be leaving now." Simond always left immediately whenever Sean appeared by Abigail's side.

After he left, Sean placed a cup of coffee on Abigail's desk. "Did he help you with anything?"

"| was thinking he could get sinformation since he's from a different country." She picked up the coffee and

took a sip.

"You've been drinking coffee more frequently lately. It used to be one cup a day, and now it's two. Shouldn't you

cut back a little?" Sean asked as he pinched her cheek.

Abigail looked up at him. "I can't concentrate without it. I'll start overthinking."

Luna's departure had a profound impact on her, and she often had dreams at night that woke her up and made

her cry alone in bed.

Sean sighed softly as he looked at her with concern. "Then, drink it. Quit when you're feeling better."

"Okay," Abigail agreed, thinking that if Sean wasn't by her side, she probably wouldn't have been able to endure

everything by herself.

In the afternoon, Sean was seated in an empty seat next to Abigail and doing his work when his phone buzzed

with a message from Cameron.

‘Let's meet. It's urgent!"

Upon seeing that, he quickly closed his computer and turned to look at Abigail, who was focused on handling

documents. "I'll be stepping out for a moment. Callif you need anything." "Okay," she responded.

Neither of them ever asked the other about their work.

After he left, Abigail received a message as well. It's from Simond.

‘Martin is abroad, and he owns a biological laboratory there. | think we'd better not look for him."

Running a biological laboratory overseas definitely involved more than just ordinary drugs.

Abigail looked at the message and pondered for a while before replying to Simond.

'I'll still make a trip there anyway. I'll finish off my work in the next few days and go to meet him."

Regardless of whatever happened, she believed Alice.

After Sean arrived at Cameron's shop, he noticed that the atmosphere inside was unusual as soon as he walked

in. When Cameron saw him enter, he got up from his chair with a serious expression before he gestured towards

a stranger. The man was dressed in a suit and had a square face, and he gave off an extremely intimidating air.

"Who are you?" Sean walked up to him, his calm and indifferent demeanor diminishing the man's menacing aura

instead.

Cameron and his men couldn't help but admire Sean. He really was different, having survived in the Golden

Triangle.

"My surnis Anders, but you can just callJack. | heard that you're investigating the flow of black money,

so | wanted to ask if you needed any help." Jack went straight to the point. Sean smiled. "Why do you want to

help me?"

"When you destroyed the underground organization in the Golden Triangle, my daughter, who had disappeared

while traveling, managed to cback hduring that mess, so | want to repay you a favor," Jack said as he

took a seat. "My daughter was missing for three years, and | couldn't take her back even after all the money |

spent. The only thing I could do was to keep spending money to protect her life." "Is your daughter Evelyn?"

Sean furrowed his brows and asked. Evelyn was once a famous intecelebrity who was highly educated and

beautiful, and she even won first place in a modeling competition. Unfortunately, a few days into her trip abroad,

it was revealed that she had mysteriously disappeared from the hotel, and there had been no news of her ever

since.

"Yes," Jack nodded, "There's a guy in Cameron's company who's my relative. He said your friend lost his life

because of these people, and you have been looking for their hiding spot."

Sean hummed. "They hide themselves very well. Now, except for Vincent Pearson, who | caught before, the

others haven't shown up at all."

"I've been building my influence overseas for three years in order to save my daughter. Do you think you could

make use of it?" Jack looked at him sincerely.

Sean raised an eyebrow. "What if | say they are hiding in the country?"

Jack was a little surprised. "In the country?"

"Yes. Because they are attempting to launder their money, they must be in the country," Sean explained calmly.

Jack fell silent. "I'm afraid | will have to inquire around in the area. If they are hiding there, it will be even more

difficult to locate them."

"Once you have the information, just call Cameron anytime," Sean surmised, planning to take his leave.

However, as soon as he turned around, he was met with a stunning, tall woman standing at the door.

Evelyn looked at Sean, her eyes filled with excitement that she couldn't conceal. "Mr. Graham... I've wanted to

express my gratitude to you for a long time. However, since my return, I've been focused on my health, and

because of what happened, I-I've struggled to move on. But every t| think of you, | manage to overcthe

most challenging obstacles. Now, finally... | can face the sunlight." Recalling Luna's ordeal, Sean approached

Evelyn. "Do you still remember those people?"

"I remember only sof them, since they usually had their faces masked." Evelyn was extremely nervous, but

when she made eye contact with Sean, her eyes unconsciously sparkled with admiration. "Find an artist and get

them to draw what you remember," he instructed. As soon as he finished speaking, he prepared to leave.

"But who should | give the portrait to?" Evelyn asked anxiously.

"To Cameron, of course. He will pass it on to me," Sean said before he departed without even glancing back.

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Once he was back in the car, his gaze gradually turned cold.